The neighbour came to the door again, beer in hand to chat and ask to use the green bin. He had been chopping back a tree that was getting in the way of his garage.
A plane flies overhead. I notice because it is unusual with so few flights scheduled these days. At the same time, the shower head starts dripping then stops as suddenly as it began, as the sound of the passing plane fades away.
I have become highly sedentary…
A deep, gnawing sadness descended again this week in Melbourne as we returned to a further 6 weeks of lockdown. Franco Parvarro emerges, death is explored and reborn as a comforting acknowledgement of change.
Thoughts from a walk to the station in the morning, through wooded lanes. This is really ‘everyday’ mindfulness, as focus is not on a podcast or music, but what is going on around oneself, the sights, sounds, smells…
…[in] the past, this mind of mine roamed freely as it liked, as it desired, at its own pleasure. But today, I shall fully keep it in check, even as the elephant driver with the point of a goad controls an unruly elephant in rut.
In the quest for simplicity and easy to remember recipes, this sourdough loaf uses white flour and wholemeal flour in the ‘Pareto’ 80:20 ratio and the water content is 80% of the flour weight, or 80% hydration. This makes it a relatively high hydration dough, but with the right technique, handling of the dough will not be a problem.
It takes some time and persistence, but the benefits of a calm brain are numerous and essential. Look for times where you can practice these techniques – they occur in surprising places.
Another simple sourdough loaf but with a higher water content. It is a little harder to handle and doesn’t rise quite as much as a lower hydration, but delivers a lighter crumb and delicious crust.
“Then the shadows moved sideways, shifting the sunshine inch by inch from the terrace, and the lizards disappeared, and the valley deepened and darkened back into color and the hills cooled and hardened into scarred contours of ocher and crimson, and it was evening – another day which Chamberlain and I had wasted.”